Nothing has changed for us since Obama
You can take a bullet in the neck when your name is Fofana
Your murderer will plead self-defense
For them, you're just an illegitimate child of France
They find it somewhat acceptable to call you bamboula
They suffocate Africa and they wonder what we're doing here
When he brings back a World Cup one July evening
Then, the black man is French
I deliver my truths like whip lashes
What I do is blues, I'm not trying to make the summer hit
I'd like to talk about something other than my color, believe me, defend other causes
But handcuffed to the ground, we rarely get a higher perspective
Our future drowned at Gorée
It would, if the sun could cry
Another little brother killed by the cops
The hatred of the black man will never go out of style

Being in the skin of a black man in France
It's living a poorly told legend
It's being seen as a sentence
Or worse, being displayed as a trophy
So much hatred, only love can save us
So much pain, only love can save us
A blues to break the silence
That of the tears that never counted

I will never hate the white man
I'm too busy trying to become a good man
My quest, keep balance when the ground is shaking
You see it's like keeping your head high while falling
Happiness is as rare as a ruby
Ask a black man who ends up a slave in Libya
Get it into your heads that a fortified Africa
Will be nothing other than a unified Africa
I will never be whitened like Michael
For them, I will have the color of the guilty until the shroud
We're not just good at moonwalking, singing singles
A gun in hand, I'm not the coolest in the jungle? (Huh!)
I'm less funny than a blackface
Like these little guys who dream of a rise like Scarface
The Mediterranean has become a cemetery
How many Gosses-ama drowned in the seas?
Our future drowned at Gorée
It would, if the sun could cry
Another little brother killed by the cops
The hatred of the black man will never go out of style

Being in the skin of a black man in France
It's living a poorly told legend
It's being seen as a sentence
Or worse, being displayed as a trophy
So much hatred, only love can save us
So much pain, only love can save us
A blues to break the silence
That of the tears that never counted

They suffocate Africa and they wonder what we're doing here

They suffocate Africa and they wonder what we're doing here

In the skin of a black man in France

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